Quatrain of Personal Attacks
Personal Attacks - who do they hurt?
Go ahead, attack me with
clichés, tell me I'm
a worthless
wit,
Strike me with the best you
have, spite me with
platitudes that
hit.
Both of us will feel better, it
will lift us toward
heaven's toll
gate,
You force me to love myself
more - watching you
stew with
hate.
Yorktown Disciple
1992
Personal Attacks - who do they hurt?
Go ahead, attack me with
clichés, tell me I'm
a worthless
wit,
Strike me with the best you
have, spite me with
platitudes that
hit.
Both of us will feel better, it
will lift us toward
heaven's toll
gate,
You force me to love myself
more - watching you
stew with
hate.
Yorktown Disciple
1992
Order # 2867
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